Shevchenko : Шевченко
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Why is it so hard, my little heart? Why do need and cruelty haunt you? Born to be a serf, were you born to suffer? Does anyone listen to your tiny cries? Close your eyes to all that pains you. Forget those who say mean and crazy things. You may be hurt, but you aren’t broken. Sleep, my little heart; sleep.